When you begin to realise that each day has an expiry date and that's the date that the day falls on, finite and it was a fine night but I was tired by seven, home by eight, crawled into bed at nine and here I am again starting another day for the 25 thousandth time give or take a day or two.

Once again I am not complaining
just thinking of all those hours I put in
to get here.

Saturday and I've seen a few of these
mostly upright without the knackered knees
but I count my blessings and it turns out
that my blessings equal the number of days
I've been around and I'm a bit rounder now
or so She says.

She says
that I'm doing well and to keep on going
but
She always says the nicest things.